If they are held back, it _may_ end next autumn or winter--partly because of starvation in Germany and partly because the Germans will have to confess that they can't whip our armies in France.

But, even then, since they have all Russia to draw on, they may keep going for a long time.
One man's guess is as good as another's.
One sad thing is certain: we shall at once begin to have heavy American casualties.

Our Red Cross and our army here are getting hospitals ready for such American wounded as are brought over to England--the parts of our army that are fighting with the British.
We have a lot of miserable politics here which interfere with the public feeling.

The British politician is a worse yellow dog than the American--at times he is, at least; and we have just been going through such a time.

Another such time will soon come about the Irish.
Well, we have an unending quantity of work and wear--no very acute bothers but a continuous strain, the strain of actual work, of uneasiness, of seeing people, of uncertainty, of great expense, of doubt and fear at times, of inability to make any plans--all which is only the common lot now all over the world, except that most persons have up to this time suffered incomparably worse than we.
And there's nothing to do but to go on and on and on and to keep going with the stoutest hearts we can keep up till the end do at last come.